Demoiselle
2009-01-01, 18:12
I went to a party out in the middle of buttfuck nowhere on an acreage expecting some crazy drunken shenanigans. Instead, I get there, and it's like a bloody family thing. With children. And old people. My 2 arch nemeses. So I was way pissed off. And I felt utterly terrible, with a pounding headache that made me want rip my hair out.
Anyway, at around 11:30, after about half a bottle of wine and plenty of wanting-to-kill-myself, all the girls get dragged off to be told we can't flush tampons down the toilet. Seriously? Whatever. Then I fainted. Literally just fell right over, almost hit my head on a wall. So these geniuses, instead of going to get my boyfriend, decide not to say anything and just stick me by an open window with a glass of water and start bitching about god knows what.
About 10 minutes to midnight, we all go back out, I tell my boyfriend what happened, I insist on leaving, we don't because "we have to stay for new years!" Fuck off. So then all the freakshows join hands in a big circle and start swaying and singing and someone's grandpa starts handing out loonies "for good luck." At this point I can no longer tolerate the what-the-fuckness of the situation and go outside into the -30ish delightfulness until boyfriend finally came out and drove me home. I then spent about 4 hours in deathly pain and now I'm pretty much stuck in bed with a worse headache than yesterday.
How was your night?
Anyway, at around 11:30, after about half a bottle of wine and plenty of wanting-to-kill-myself, all the girls get dragged off to be told we can't flush tampons down the toilet. Seriously? Whatever. Then I fainted. Literally just fell right over, almost hit my head on a wall. So these geniuses, instead of going to get my boyfriend, decide not to say anything and just stick me by an open window with a glass of water and start bitching about god knows what.
About 10 minutes to midnight, we all go back out, I tell my boyfriend what happened, I insist on leaving, we don't because "we have to stay for new years!" Fuck off. So then all the freakshows join hands in a big circle and start swaying and singing and someone's grandpa starts handing out loonies "for good luck." At this point I can no longer tolerate the what-the-fuckness of the situation and go outside into the -30ish delightfulness until boyfriend finally came out and drove me home. I then spent about 4 hours in deathly pain and now I'm pretty much stuck in bed with a worse headache than yesterday.
How was your night?